so this is a book i read for work (i work at a bookstore within a library) and if this hadn't been the case, i don't think i would have come across it, and i am so glad i have. since my fnd diagnosis of may last year, and now retroactively applying a lot of my mystery pains, ailments and symptoms that have haunted for almost 13 years now, i didnt realise how much i had been missing out on having chronic illnesses seen in fiction, especially those which aren't visible. given that my particular brand of fnd presents as sensory symptoms, it looks like there's nothing wrong with me, and it's incredibly demoralising. i've been both frida and sylvia in this story, and still feel myself caught between the both, trying to find the narrow road to some form of recovery. thank you for writing this katherine